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He Lan Xue also closed her eyes, holding her lover's hand and being pulled by her.

"My love, how do you know this method?" he asked softly on the way.

"It's on TV." Houlan had lost an answer that she didn't understand.

However, he did not understand a lot of what his wife had said. He did not mind and laughed it off.

They walked for a long time, gradually hearing nothing but the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.

The ground beneath his feet was sometimes muddy and sometimes flat. It could be seen that he had walked quite a lot, and the road was becoming more and more spacious.

Along the way, there was a lot of miasma, He Lan Xue held her breath, and subconsciously covered her nose and mouth, but the further they went, the more he smelled a pungent smell, and the closer he got to her, the more he smelled a pungent smell. He also stopped his steps, He Lan Xue subconsciously opened her eyes, and suddenly discovered that there were two trees that were filled with thick smoke in front of them.

She was about to leave with her lover, but the fog had already invaded her nose. His legs gave out and he fell to the ground, while his lover fainted on top of him.

His last thought before fainting was: Luckily, my lover did not fall to the ground.

She didn't know how long it had been since she woke up. He only knew that when he woke up, he had a strange illusion: he was still in the capital.

It was the bustling capital of the capital.

Looking out through the carved windows, he could see the street full of houses, the sound of voices, the adults and children all happy, the craftsmen, the merchants, the farmers with their tools, and the mothers with their vegetable baskets, all running in a steady stream.

He Lan Xue propped up her upper body again and looked outside even more diligently, so much so that she could see the teahouse, gambling den, and even the restaurant. Even to the point of being a beauty in a brothel.

All the buildings were exquisite and fancy, and the clothes worn by the people were equally neat and generous. He looked prosperous and peaceful, as if he was enjoying his work.

He Lan Xue retracted her gaze and looked around. The place he was at was also simple and elegant. There were a few cases in front of the bed, a faint landscape painting hung on the wall, and the head of the Rui Jin beast furnace by the bedside was steadily releasing its fragrance.

As He Lan Xue was hesitating, the bead curtain at the door was pushed open, revealing a pretty young girl carrying toiletries. Seeing that he had woken up, the young girl bowed and said with a smile: "Young master is finally awake, this servant is still thinking that if young master still hasn't woken up, then we might have missed the happy occasion in Liu Yuan."

"This is already a drifter?" She looked out of the window again.

The city in the mountains was bustling with activity. The former dynasty had always prided itself on being a great power. Now, it seemed that they were like frogs at the bottom of a well.

"Of course this is a drifter's garden. Isn't the reason why young master charged through the formation so that he could enter the drifter's garden?" The young girl said with a smile.

When she smiled, her eyebrows were curved and her expression was cute and playful. She didn't look like a servant at all.

It could be seen that the people of the Flowing Garden, regardless of whether they were merchants or servants, were all happy.

This way, he could more or less understand Liu Suifeng's temperament.

"What kind of happy occasion is this?" He Lan Xue asked as she got out of bed. Lowering her head, she found that her clothes had been changed into a long, dark robe, and an ordinary belt was tied around her waist. She was dressed like a scholar, but also clean and elegant.

"Miss Yi." The young girl was still smiling merrily. "She's not next door. She's in the palace."

"What is it? Has Liu Suifeng already picked her up? " He Lan Xue asked in surprise.

But why not just pick him up? Suspicious, very suspicious.

"That's right. Miss Yi still has a lot of things to prepare. For example, wedding dress, dowry, bridal ceremony …" As the girl spoke, the envy on her face became thicker and thicker. "I'm so envious of Miss Yi for being able to marry Young Master. Young Master is the dream lover of all the young ladies in our Flowing Garden. "

"Wait, what did you say?" "What?" He Lan Xue didn't understand a bit. Her pretty eyebrows raised a little, and she changed the topic.

"The grand occasion in the Flowing Wind Garden is the marriage between Young Master and Miss Yi." The girl blinked and answered naturally.

Houlan Xue was stupefied on the spot.

What was going on? Didn't Liu Suifeng have no presumptuous thoughts towards his wife?

Just as he was about to fly into a rage, he suddenly thought of that day when Liu Suifeng had left and specifically ordered, "Don't ever come to the Flowing Garden."

Now they were in the garden.

That was why this happened?

Was that ring really that effective? It was just a ring!

"I'm going to the Flowing Palace, right now!" She immediately stood up straight and said in a deep voice.

The young girl was not in a hurry to lead the way, she only pushed the originally open window even wider, pointed to the street and said, "When the wedding is over, Young Master can see the ceremony here, this is the best place in our inn. If the Young Master had not personally given the order, the boss would not have left it for you."

"Who wants to see what ceremony?" Seeing the young lady's unhurried appearance, He Lan Xue felt even more uneasy. She couldn't help but become tyrannical. "I'm going to the Flowing Palace to meet Liu Suifeng."

"Does Young Master feel uncomfortable anywhere?" The young girl stared at He Lan Xue and suddenly asked with a cold smile.

He Lan Xue was stunned. She tried to use her whole body's power to find out that she couldn't use any zhen qi to her whole body.

"Young Lord has said that Young Master's martial arts will be restored during your wedding. At that time, Young Master can just watch the ceremony here. Before that, please wait here to recuperate." The young girl still had a smile on her face as she placed the basin on the table. Then, as if performing a magic trick, she brought a plate of pastry and porridge from somewhere, "Young Master can eat after washing up. There are still three days before the wedding.

After saying that, the girl didn't care about He Lan Xue who was in a hurry to kill, and leisurely left.

The bead curtain shook, then closed again.

Faint footsteps could be heard outside, no less than five people.

The Flowing Palace.

In the tasseled halls, dressed in white brocade, the newly dressed and luxurious Liu Zhuifeng was lying in front of her without a trace of etiquette.

If her lover could see it, she would definitely be amazed at Liu Suifeng's current attire.

In the past, when he was always free, he was always tattered or dispirited. This was the first time he wasn't dressed neatly, and his hair was combed bright and shiny.

To be honest — it was a lot better.

In the past, she could only be considered handsome, but now, she could be said to be a peerless beauty.

As expected, people relied on their clothes.

"Did you remember what I told you just now?" Liu Suifeng stared at her and said gloomily, "I have ample reason to believe that you did this on purpose. You deliberately entered the flower garden to harm me."

Her lover smiled and nodded, "I will remember."

"In any case, He Lan Xue's room is the most convenient place to rob the palanquin. Once he obtains it, all of you will follow the previous route and leave." After leaving, he told Feng Qi, it's not that this bro doesn't care about loyalty, but that I can't win against Lu Chuan. Lu Chuan is currently staying with my master as a guest, so no matter what, I can't disobey master. Tell her not to bother. " As Liu Suifeng spoke, he scratched his head and said, "I'll bring you to Master in the afternoon to treat your eyes, but my lady, what exactly happened to your eyes? How did He Lan Xue take care of you? "

"This has nothing to do with A Xue …" The lover whispered in defense.

Liu Suifeng leaned over, his fingers caressing her eyelashes as he inhaled and said, "Truly pitiful. But it's fine. My master will cure you."

Her lover smiled.

"Then stay here and don't run around. I'll go make the arrangements." After Liu Suifeng finished speaking, he was already jumping up — he wouldn't be able to stay idle even for a moment.

The servant waited until Liu Suifeng's footsteps faded away before she stood up again. Just as she was about to pour herself a cup of water, her hand jerked and the teacup was knocked to the ground.

A little girl ran over in a flurry and held onto her lover and said, "Miss wants to drink water, just call us. If Miss is injured, the Young Lord will have to blame us."

No matter what, three days later, it would be the young mistress of the Flowing Garden.

She smiled and sat with her hands folded, waiting for someone to serve her.

She had always been lazy, so naturally, she couldn't be bothered to say 'No need, I can do it myself'.

After a while, a hand was given to her and she said, "Take it."

However, her voice had changed. It was no longer the voice of the young lady from before, but a warm and benevolent voice that contained a faint sense of majesty.

A very nice baritone. It was impossible to determine one's age from how mature and mellow one was.

Her husband's wife was stunned for a moment. She hesitantly accepted it and took a sip. The temperature was just right. "Thank you." "No," she said.

"How long have your eyes been like this?" The voice went on, unconcerned and distant.

"Three months." Her lover answered honestly. For some reason, when she heard this voice, she had a strange feeling — that she could not disobey this voice, that she was obeying from the heart.

"You haven't learned to take care of yourself in three months. You must have a very attentive person by your side. Where is he?" the voice continued.

"I don't know. I didn't see him when I woke up." Hailey almost wanted to tell her where He Lan Xue was hiding. She restrained herself and in the end, didn't say anything.

Furthermore, she truly did not know the exact location of that place. Liu Suifeng had not told her in detail, and she was also not familiar with the convection garden, so this was not considered to be a lie.

"Your eyes will be fine." That person looked at her for a long time before he spoke in a calm and confident tone.

"Thank you."

"Yesterday, I heard that group of people outside singing a very strange song. You came from there, do you know what they are singing?" After a pause, the man seemed to have stood up and walked away. His voice sounded a little too distant, as if he was standing in the middle of the room and asking a question.

"What song?"

Thus, that person hummed for a while. It was clearly an exciting tune, but when she hummed it, it was as if history had descended upon them, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

"The artillery march." "Yes," the woman replied.

The man was silent.

The whole room was silent.

"Who are you?" the man asked after a long time.

It was still a slow voice, without the slightest fluctuation of emotions, but it was surprisingly oppressing.

"My beloved."

"Always my lover?"

This question made her feel very strange. She subconsciously replied, "Naturally, it has always been my lover …"

The man stared at her, and even though she couldn't see him, she knew that someone was watching her.

Her gaze seemed to be real.

"If I have always been my lover, how would I know the song of the artillery?" The man finally spoke.

As if struck by lightning, she froze in place.

"So the person Suifeng chose was you." That person smiled. There was something unknown within his smile, but his lover seemed to not understand it. "Very good."

"And who are you?" Her lover composed himself and asked softly.

The man approached again, and she put her hand on his shoulder.

Her shoulder felt like it was on fire, and in her mind she saw an image she had seen that day in the cemetery: the winding river bank, the mist, the rain and the mist, the people in front of her blurred. But it was also familiar.

"Tell me, what have you been doing these past few days?" That person asked lightly. If her voice had magic, she would feel that she had been hypnotized. All sorts of scenes that she had experienced flashed through her mind.